Job 24:22 

22 “God, in his power, drags away the rich.
    They may rise high, but they have no assurance of life.

 

Come on brothers and sisters go into my closet

Let us look for skeletons and scattered bones

I will prove to you that my hypocritical portrait

Is framed by self-righteousness and I’m not alone

 

It started when I was very young in search of importance

Wanted to be like everyone else who seemed to have it better

The battle always before me and the wounded left for instance

The hurting ones I proposed to love according to God’s letter

 

Now close to death as it chills like a cold-front in December

And the ones I met somewhere long ago are lining up in a row

Quite a sight in clarity however as most I don’t seem to remember

From the horizon a never-ending line and it appears to grow

 

At the other side a sign domineering the entire scape

Simply stating a few words: “All he helped stand right here”

I guess the ones there to gather are all running a bit late

Cause the only one standing there is dressed in my own face

 

I smile and wave at the other group as they gather there in silence

I had just one cup of water not enough to quench their thirst

I survived this long by taking care of self as water is just a pittance

For you have to admit that I should take care of me and self-first

 

Here comes the judge He must really like me

He does notice the others he just stares at me

I should be very special that others now will see

Let me offer Him my empty cup and show that I’m free

 

“Depart from me He whispers”, but no one is going

He can’t be talking to me for I am on His Side

I healed and preached and that’s for the knowing

I’ll prove to Him who I am and that I was right

 

“Every knee shall bow”’ but I am still standing

“Every tongue shall confess”, but I am just silent

Wondering about what is next for the under-handing

You think I had it all wrong and wasted all mileage

 

I thought I came a long way from the old temporal

Now facing the Eternity that I am ready to receive

It’s not what I expected as it does not seem real

A state of pain and agony filled with constant screams

 

Jan Wienen